The Visitant
A subtle piece of free verse by Lorelei Bacht thinks about making a life and losing a life
whatever you want to call me is fine
The question of pronouns should not be a question – Hannah Coakley distills a limpid sense of resistance in this new poem
hypothetically eight
This nostalgic poem paints an image of a mother laying her child to rest in more ways than one
please see where the blood is darkest on my drawn brow
“the blood on my face diasporic / traveling down my cheek, a bumpy continent” - Kim Morales’ new poem evokes female violence and hints at the trauma of miscarriage.
out of (the) blue
“what is new in the world is not / bombs in yemen or / the plateauing of tragedy inside / a single body” – a poem for the times, by Samantha Neugebauer.